Epilogue

Still stunned, Quinn stared out the window as the van drove her back to the hospital. Dale had opened a window, complaining about the smell, and Brenda tried to talk to her, but she didn’t listen. Back in the ward, walking down the corridor with the chain of her shackles scraping over the floor, she glanced at the clock on the wall. The whole trip had taken less than two hours.

Ernesto was already waiting in her room, her pants and straitjacket laid out on the bed.

“She shit herself in the courtroom,” said Dale instead of a greeting. “Stank up our van.”

“Give her a break, will you?” said Ernesto, shooting him an annoyed glance. “She’s gradually losing control, and that was a high-stress situation. The sentencing memo just came in; you wouldn’t like it either.”

Brenda unlocked the cuffs and shackles, handing everything to Dale. “Why don’t you go ahead and wait in the van? I’ll be out in five.” She turned to Ernesto as Quinn rubbed her wrists. “Poor thing got a raw deal. And she really needs a change.”

Ernesto shrugged. “She already had an unscheduled one today. As long as there’s no goddamn machine for it, diaper changes happen at shift change.”

“How about an exception? She’s gotta stay like that for, what, seven hours?”

“We simply don’t have the staff, I’m sorry.”

Taking a deep breath, Quinn took off the orange jumpsuit. With Brenda out the door, her hand moved down to her full diaper, but Ernesto stopped her before she could reach her filthy crotch.

“Please!” She stomped her foot. “Give me a minute! I’ll be done in a fucking minute!”

“You’re not gonna masturbate,” he said, grabbing her wrist. “And you’re definitely not tasting your own filth again. Put your pants back on, come on. Don’t make me ask twice.”

“They gave me six extra months! This is so fucking unfair!”

“Well, you really were a bit of a menace. Cost me more nerves than anyone else on the ward. When you’re not in bed, you’re gonna wear it all, including the straitjacket.” He held out her pants. “It’s either this or going to bed early.”

Grumbling, Quinn slipped into the canvas pants, waiting until Ernesto had closed the magnetic lock. He was just buckling the straps of the straitjacket when her eyes fell on two additional items. She had half expected the spit mask, a different model this time, but the other thing was new.

“What the fuck’s this?”

“Leg restraints,” he said, locking the padded cuffs with the short strap to her ankles. “Another thing from the sentencing memo. Also mandatory, I’m afraid.”

“That’s ridiculous,” Quinn tugged at the connecting strap. It was about half as long as the chain of the shackles she had just worn. Getting anywhere with these would take forever. “Even if I had a key, how would I open a door, trussed up like this?”

“It’s to prevent kicking. Something you did to Lillian last week, in case you’ve forgotten.”

Quinn rolled her eyes. “Her diaper was full, she barely felt it. I’m telling you, that bitch deserves a proper kick to the cunt. Maybe I can still do it with a knee.”

“Or maybe stay out of her way if you wanna get released in six months. Work on your good behavior, and be nice to Dr. Morris for a change. Taking a dump in her office every single time – not a great idea.”

“I guess we’ll have to see.”

He put the spit mask over her head, securing it around her neck with a buckle. Unlike the old model, it was sturdy and padded, and she didn’t see much through the black mesh in front of her face.

“Complaining won’t change anything,” he said before she could open her mouth to protest. “Off you go, and don’t cause a riot.”

As she shuffled out of her room in tiny steps, her stomach rumbled. For the second time today, her bowels opened automatically, filling her diaper with a renewed load of warm, sticky mush. She stood for a moment to let it happen. Already massively swollen from her urine and the courtroom accident, the diaper sagged under the extra weight.

Despite everything, the warmth spreading on her skin felt soothing, familiar. Utterly helpless in her new restraints, her hard nipples brushing against the fabric of her straitjacket, that curious tingle of excitement inside her grew stronger. Grinning at Ernesto, she grunted and pushed with conscious effort to get it all out.

He chuckled. “Back to doing what you do best, huh?”

“Couldn’t stop it, even if I wanted to. Guess I’ll need potty training when I’m out of here.”

“Why wait?”

“You don’t let me cum, and this is the next best thing.”

She grinned as the stench filled the corridor and took a deep breath, savoring the smell. She knew exactly how it would feel if she sucked it off Ralph’s rock-hard dick, rubbing herself to an orgasm as she tasted it on her tongue. Just the thought was intoxicating, almost overpowering.

Something to look forward to.

Walking like a normal person was impossible now; all she managed with her leg restraints and the heavy, locked-on diaper was a slow, awkward waddle.

Moira and Lillian are gonna laugh their asses off. Screw those bitches!

“Welcome home,” said Ernesto, giving her a gentle pat on the shoulder as he walked past her. “Would be kinda boring without you.”

“The offer stands – you can still pick any hole. But you haven’t really lived until you’ve had a dirty assfuck.” She licked her lips, winking at him. “And I’ll suck you clean when you’re done. No matter how messy it gets.”

He laughed. “Diaper change is at ten. For once, try and stay out of trouble.”

“I’ll try,” she said, smirking as she wiggled her butt in his direction. “I’m just gonna go and say hi to Moira.”